Dark Magus Returns

Bubble had the top of his head peeking up from the edge of the arena. There had been a couple of moments where he had to quickly move out of the way for fear he might be struck down by a few stray strikes, but he had managed to never quite get hit.

Sometimes his predictions were completely wrong, and he had changed position for no reason. What was amazing was that no one had spotted him yet, but he imagined in an area like this with so many strong warriors, he wasn't appearing on their radar because he was just like a bug.

'I don't mind being a bug right now,' Bubble thought as he continued to peek. 'It's good, I am going to be the public's eyes. I have to report all of this… but whenever I see such things, how am I meant to even report them in the first place!'

Bubble already remembered some of the backlash from his reports about the Dark Magus and the Crimson Crane going against the Behemoth Clan.

The comments had suggested he had been taking liberties with his explanations, some saying that he might not be as reliable as before.

Bubble soon shook his head.

'With the way things are going, the world will soon have to learn the wonders of what has occurred tonight. These people in front of me are going to be the ones that will bring a big change in the world of Pagna, I know it, and that's what I'm going to report on.'

Bubble had been making a mental note of all the special figures from the Dark Faction. He had to keep his Qi focused around his ears to try and overhear what everyone was saying.

There were a lot that had caught his attention, particularly the large muscular man who was able to negate the effects of Qi. The world would surely be interested in these figures and learn that there were naturally people different from them in the world.

He also wondered how the other clans might use this information. What had come as a big surprise to him was how the two students were able to overwhelm the large man, and now his body was lying on the floor lifeless.

"I didn't expect the two of them to be able to do it, but somehow between them, they managed it," Bubble mumbled to himself. "That wasn't what I thought was going to happen. The children sure didn't have strong Qi to begin with, but the man in question surely had the strength of a middle stage.

"Unless one had far superior martial arts techniques or physical strength comparable to the Hybrids, I was sure they were going to lose the match. So how did they manage to win?"

Simyon, who was on the ground, was in a state of shock himself, looking at his fists after being dragged away by Safa. His knuckles were covered in blood.

"He's dead… the man, he's really not moving," Simyon said.

"You know what being in the world of Pagna is like," Safa added. "It was either us or him. He wouldn't have let us survive. Don't beat yourself up about it; think of what someone like Raze would have had to do."

Safa's words did bring comfort to Simyon, but he remembered what was running through his mind when he had rained out on the man. In his head, he had to imagine his enemy as a beast.

It was the only way for Simyon to fight against humans without holding back. He imagined going against the beast that had taken his sister's life, which is why he hadn't stopped fighting.

"Come on, the two of us need rest," Safa said. Even now, as she breathed, she continued to gather Qi. "The good thing is we've managed to help Raze with this."

"You sure?" Simyon replied. "If anything, I think it would have been very easy for Raze to deal with this person, but maybe all of the others would have struggled."

As they were talking, Simyon soon fell to the floor, his body shaking. Safa felt weak herself. The two of them had just gotten out of a big fight. The adrenaline, the Qi in their bodies—it was out of control in their final moments, and it had practically all been used up.

"I think in the end, everything that's going to take place and happen is going to be down to him," Safa claimed.

The Light Faction warriors watching up in the stands had also found the outcome of fight after fight surprising.

"I'm confused. Each time I think the Dark Faction has the upper hand, the others manage to pull it off," Hannah commented, quite amazed in a way. She didn't say it out loud, but she was almost cheering for the other side during the fight. Perhaps it was because they were the underdogs or students like herself that she felt this way.

"The others, as you called them, rather than the Demonic Faction, which I think is a more appropriate term," Beatrix said. "They want it more. You can tell through this fight. While the Dark Faction believe in their strength and think they are just fighting against some rebellious students."

"The others are fighting for their lives, and it feels as if they're fighting for much more than that."

"Yes, I agree," Ricar said. "Which means that they will be very troublesome in the future."

"I hope that means you're not planning on taking out whoever is left standing," a voice from the side said.

As Ricar turned his head, he could see it was one of the others who had joined them, particularly the man in the strange black tight-fitting one-piece suit. The most dangerous of the bunch was the man who spoke, Zon.

A few moments ago, Ricar had noticed that the man had disappeared. He wondered where he had rushed off to, and now he knew because Ricar could see in his hands he was holding onto a man in fabulous silk clothing—the infamous news reporter Bubble.

"I mean no harm, I mean no harm, I'm just a reporter!" Bubble shouted. "I just spread the news of what I see. I just had to see everything here. Trust me, I'm not a fighter, and I'm not on either side."

Bubble, who had thought he had gone unseen like a bug, had someone pull his shirt up and drag him out, bringing him to the others.

"I know who you are, and I'm just here because I want you to make sure you report everything just as you see it, just as things work out today," Zon claimed. "Also, I want to tell these guys a thing or two.

"Although I have decided not to join the fight, I will do everything in my power to stop the three of you if you do decide to join. I always wanted to go up against the Light Faction," Zon claimed.

Anna, hearing Zon speak, was just more and more curious about him. He knew about the factions, he knew about Bubble. How long had he been in Pagna? Had he been here even longer than her?

Just what was he doing here? She wanted to know what was happening in Pagna, what was the link between Otherworlders, this place of martial arts, the other realm, and more.

Even with the great system, she couldn't make sense of it all, but maybe Zon, their great captain who was always thinking ahead and didn't act unless he knew things with certainty, would know it all.